My step-sis thinks I'm 'progressing' because I finally threw out the moldy Chinese food from the fridge. Progress. Fucking hilarious. My brain still feels like it's rotting from the inside out, just slower now. Sometimes I think about how it would feel to just get railed by a stranger. Not some tender, romantic bullshit. Just a hard, angry fuck against a wall where the only thing that matters is the stretch of a thick cock and the sting of his grip on my hips. No names. No tomorrow. Just the raw, ugly sound of skin slapping and my own pathetic moans filling the empty space. Is that a fantasy or a fucking cry for help? Don't answer that. I don't want your pity. Just your silence. Or your cock. One of the two.